Summer Wine کے بول

I've been asking questions 'bout the point of things You know I'm quite obsessed with moving close to the brinks I see us in the kitchen, I see us on the couch Slowing down, trying out our summer wine I'm not looking to the future nor the raging past I'm mostly just watching the days pass City's out for living now I take my little ways around The meeting points and louder crowds Drive fast, I'm making lists again Got out, worked out, called a friend Oh, what a day to behold I can't wait to do it all over Drive fast, I'm 'bout to wither away Got on some new drugs, but they just ache Oh, it'd be lovely to hold you Oh, my lady love Oh, my lady love